[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-381":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Hogwarts’ John Wick",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1645965,2109,"Chapter 381 381: 381: I Traveled Through Time","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-381",381,"\u003Cp>That night at the Ministry, Harry returned to Number 12, Grimmauld Place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Molly Weasley, seeing the members of the Order all injured, hurriedly wiped the blood from Ron's face with a towel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore led Harry upstairs to the 2nd floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room, there were only the two of them. Dumbledore looked at Harry, asking what John had done to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering the moment his soul had been pulled out, Harry shivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did he… hurt you?\" Dumbledore asked the most crucial question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was silent for a moment, then said, \"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he recounted how he had been drawn into that dreamlike realm, what he had experienced there, and the deal with Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore listened, unable to return to himself for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he spoke. \"The Resurrection Stone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Harry looked at him in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore was steeped in sorrow and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John spoke with Death about the tale of the Three Brothers,\" Dumbledore said with a bitter smile. \"And once again, this old fool was wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Professor?\" Harry noticed how very wrong Dumbledore's state seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We were so close to ending it all,\" Dumbledore said, and even a man like him showed regret. \"Tom was right. My lack of trust had killed him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally understood what had happened. John hadn't harmed Harry—he had done something even Dumbledore himself could not accomplish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had destroyed the Savior, turning Dumbledore's years of planning into a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And John had done in one year what Dumbledore had failed to do in more than ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that plan had been undone by his own mistrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was a perfect plan—if not for a foolish old man.\" Dumbledore was paying the price for his own folly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his plan, he looked at Harry. In his design, the fragment of soul within Harry would have been destroyed, but not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry could not offer Dumbledore comfort. His conversation with John had made him realize something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His identity as the Savior existed only because Voldemort's fragment of soul lived inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then… had Dumbledore known?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he lived as a Horcrux, Voldemort could not die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had Dumbledore planned to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it… to kill him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much confusion clouded Harry's mind, leaving him dazed. He asked, \"John said I'm no longer the Savior. And about that prophecy orb—it was smashed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked steadily at Harry and said firmly, \"Harry, there has never been a Savior. What we have is right here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed to his own heart. \"A heart that resists, a heart that loves—anyone can be a Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for the prophecy orb…\" Dumbledore sighed. \"It held a prophecy about you and Voldemort.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry sat dazed as he watched Dumbledore leave the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you alright, Harry?\" Ron's face had gone down a little, though he still looked terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried, he came closer to check on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Harry sitting on the bed and not moving, he added gently, \"Mum made some pies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How's Hermione?\" Harry needed time to digest all the news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her name, Ron's mood sank too. He sat down opposite Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not good. I've never seen her like this,\" Ron muttered. \"She keeps saying she's the stupidest person in the world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to comfort Harry. \"We didn't know then, Harry. All we knew was that you were in danger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it was our fault, wasn't it?\" Harry said. \"Voldemort was about to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't think like that, Harry,\" Ron said quickly. \"There was another one, wasn't there? I heard it downstairs. Someone just as strong as Voldemort.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Harry's guilt eased a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron brought up the man who had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin and Sirius didn't know much about him, but Moody told them his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gellert Grindelwald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very first Dark Lord, and Dumbledore's lifelong enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defeated in 1945, a defeat that made Dumbledore the White Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they hadn't broken the domain, Grindelwald would surely have had a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Ron looked up. It was Ginny, standing in the doorway. \"Hermione's really upset,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black long-eared owl soared toward New Zealand, carrying a large bag of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Moutohora Macaws were troubled by one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive bag of Galleons had been dumped, unceremoniously, right onto their training pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaser in red, yellow, and blue team robes descended from his broom and opened the bag. After checking, he called helplessly to the Keeper and captain, \"Five thousand Galleons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again?\" The Keeper and captain descended in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other players landed too, and the Seeker said dramatically, \"This must be the fifth time, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twenty-five thousand Galleons—enough for us to kit ourselves out with Firebolts,\" the Beater muttered, a glint of greed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain cast a conflicted glance at the team's mascot. The Beater whispered, \"It's just some blood. Why don't we sell it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spark's older than my grandfather,\" the captain said, even more torn. \"We don't even know what that person wants it for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone who can pay that kind of price isn't someone to mess with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throwing down twenty-five thousand Galleons so casually—that kind of extravagance wasn't from an ordinary wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Moutohora Macaws weren't as strong as they used to be; it had been a while since they'd had any remarkable results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even local Quidditch fans had begun voicing their dissatisfaction with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And besides, the team's mascot didn't actually belong to them but to the club itself. They technically had no right to use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much hesitation, the captain clenched his jaw. \"We'll do it quietly. No one will ever know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others immediately nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes turned again toward the mascot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mascot was called Spark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one ever tamed outside of Dumbledore's family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single drop of its blood could sell for 25,000 Galleons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a fool would pass up that profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Johnny Silverhand's specialty shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy stared at the 25,000 Galleons expense, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John sat there, with the unconscious Kim at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The power to beguile hearts, a vicious curse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the ring in his hand, John looked at Kim—imagining how much strength of will it must have taken to bring her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed the ring into a box, then layered a protective charm over it just to be safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, don't you have exams today?\" Tommy asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am taking an exam,\" John said mysteriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\" Tommy blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea what John meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John held the box in his hand as the black long-eared owl returned, clutching a vial in its talons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, red blood shimmered faintly with every movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exam time,\" John murmured to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John pushed open the door of the Shrieking Shack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still exam day, I suppose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out his pocket watch and checked the time—it was right during the Astronomy exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself, he moved through the tunnel of the Shrieking Shack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once outside, he found a rock and carefully placed the phoenix blood he had paid dearly for beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having done that, he was about to head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Tom came running over, nose twitching, clearly drawn by the scent, her dog face full of puzzlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if she were wondering why it smelled so familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Woof! Woof! Woof!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John sighed, exasperated. \"Stop barking already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that familiar voice, Tom froze for a moment, then immediately began circling around John in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had no choice but to shoo her off toward Fang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Tom left, John suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly slipped into hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As luck would have it, the Whomping Willow sensed someone nearby and swung its branches toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of wandless magic, he pressed against the knot on its trunk, freezing the tree in place, then made his way back into the Shrieking Shack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway up the stairs, he paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Almost forgot this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set a small box down in place, then heard footsteps approaching outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly moving upward, he stood just behind a door, listening as the footsteps drew nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me… what should I do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps stopped right outside, and that familiar voice spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John searched his pockets, pulled out a slip of paper, quickly scribbled a line, and slid it through the crack beneath the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From death comes life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the footsteps outside fade into the distance, John opened the door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cloaked in a Disillusionment Charm, he stopped at the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in moonlight, he looked at the figure below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling was uncanny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was looking at his past self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John fixed his gaze on him. What would happen if the two of them were to meet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two versions of himself existing in the same moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every past experiment with time, the result was always clear—such contact could very likely alter the course of the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John lingered for a while, but in the end, chose not to test it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply watched as his other self left the Shrieking Shack, then glanced down at the Time-Turner in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1561,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","4f1388b616de75db5fe63ced8c4a2f4682b77e3926b940e22dc82a940445b144","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-382","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-380",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]